There's something scary about stupidity made coherent.

We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else.

We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.

GUIL: A scientific approach to the examination of phenomena is a defence against the pure emotion of fear

I cannot say that I write with any social objective. One writes because one loves writing, really.

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet, I can’t remember it.

And for the last three minutes on the wind of a windless day I have heard the sound of drums and flute.